Sipping the red wine, Melody's heels click as she circles the wooden floor of her beach house. The girl resting on her knees on the floor looks up at her panting, her eyes rolling back and closing as Melody's fingers slip through her soft cinnamon colored locks. As Melody sits in front of the girl and sips her wine her finger gently slides down the girl's cheek and cups her chin.
"Look at me." Melody brushes some hair from the girl's cheeks as she leans down and their lips meet for the briefest of moments, the girl's lips leaning forward as Melody's pull away eager for more.
"Now you're going to lick me, and you're not going to stop until I cum. Do you understand?" Melody's voice was soft but stern, her blue eyes gazing into the girl's shimmering sea green eyes reflecting the flames of the candles around them.
"Yes." Melody leans back in her chair as the girl's pretty face moves between her legs.
Melody slowly slips the lacy straps of her top down over her shoulders peeling it down and exposing her breasts. She gasps softly as the girl's tongue makes contact slowly sliding up her wet slit.
"That's it...slower." She runs her fingers through the girl's hair as she sets the glass down on the table beside the chair.
Melody's eyes roll back, she bites her lower lip and whimpers as the girl's tongue slides over her clit and she struggles against the silk bonds around her wrists wanting to touch Melody so badly.
"Good girl." A soft moan escapes her lips as her free hand slides over her breast, her erect nipple, her stockinged legs slipping onto the girl's shoulders, loving the way her tongue makes its way inside of her a smile splitting her lips.
"Just like that."
Melody yells she's on her way her voice muffled by the toothbrush in her mouth as she shuffles to the door of her beach house tieing the sash of her black silk robe tighter around her waist. She stops, her hand on the doorknob as she looks out of the peephole at two uniformed officers. She lets her head thud against the door before she straightens and opens it blinking in the bright morning sun.
"Yea?"
"Melody Annabeth Jayne?" She looks from one cop to the next and spits the mouthful of toothpaste into the taller one's face. She drives her heel into the nerve running up his calf sending him to his knees as she ducks under the second officer's swing and shoves him into the door frame.
Grabbing the handcuffs from his belt she slaps them around one of his wrists and then drives her knee into his kidney, grabbing a fistful of his hair she slams his head forward into metal frame and lets him slump to the floor unconscious. She whirls around on her heel just in time to drive her knee under the recovering officer's chin sending him flying back to the ground, the back of his head bouncing off of the pavement.
She quickly cuffs the officers wrist to his friend's boot and stands up taking the toothbrush out from between her teeth.
"Man, did you two ever pick the wrong house."
Michael pulls his Obey Tailgator into Trevor's dilapidated lot and Melody sighs, blowing the air from her lungs as she yanks on the door handle and steps out onto the dirt.
"It's not terribly clean... who am I kidding? It's a shit hole but I'm stuck here no reason you can't hide out here."
"More time with you and Trevor that's just what I needed." Michael pulls open the trailer door with a loud creak and the spring slams it shut behind them as Melody drops her duffel bag onto the floor and sweeps off the dirty couch cushion before cautiously sitting.
"Weren't you a soldier?" Michael asks as he watches her grimace at the filthy surroundings.
"Once upon a time."
"So what's wrong with a little dirt?"
"Never served did you Michael? When you fucked up you cleaned the barracks with toothbrushes, you could eat off those floors. Daily laundry, full body inspections, uniform policies, military life is exceptionally clean."
"You must've spent all your time in the woods and such with the training you have-"
"Michael this isn't dirt! It's not bugs and trees and grass its filth! I have a problem with filth not the outdoors where the dirt is supposed to be." Michael shakes his head chuckling to himself as he takes a seat next to her, casually spreading his arms over the back of the couch, making Melody lean forward away from him.
"What are you doing?"
"Will you relax? Jesus I'm just spreading out." Melody glares at him for a moment before she leans back. After a moment she lets her head rest against his arm Michael's hand coming to rest on her shoulder as she moves in closer.
"Trevor!" The door suddenly bursts open as an odd little man rushes in.
"Trevo-oh it's you, and I don't know you."
"Best we keep it that way." Melody says folding her arms across her chest.
"Where's Trevor?"
"Oh I don't know probably out drinking human blood or eating household pets." Melody smirks at Michael's words.
"He's not that bad." Melody arches her eyebrow at Ron.
"Not that bad? Are we all talking about the same person?"
"Well ok, he is pretty bad."
"Uh-yeah?" Melody looks at Ron with a unique combination of "duh" and "seriously?" reflected in her blue eyes.
"But-but he's got a sensitive side." Melody snorts derisively.
"Oh yea I'm sure he does. I'm sure Trevor loves teddy bears and puppies and he squeals at boy bands and double rainbows." She adds as Michael laughs.
"You like that one?"
"That was good, yeah." Melody smiles as she bumps her shoulder against Michael's.
"So Ron, what's your story?" Michael asks as he leans back on the couch and crosses one leg over the other.
"I ain't got a story. I'm an independent thinker."
"Livin' out here away from the Man." He adds as Melody cocks her head quizzically.
"And from what I can tell you're like the high school athlete, livin' off old glories. You used to be able to take the heat but now you worry if your loafers get scuffed while you're runnin' away."
"Were you an athlete in high school?" Melody asks her ponytail swishing behind her as she turns her head.
"No... I was a bit heavy when I was a kid."
"Aw you were a chubby." Melody smirks as she pokes him in the stomach and he pushes her finger away.
"Knock it off, and Ron?" Michael gestures for him to come closer Ron leans in past Melody making her try to shrink into the back of the couch away from him but the couch stubbornly refuses to defy the laws of physics, much to her dismay.
"Anymore bullshit comes out of your mouth and you'll find out about my past glories firsthand you understand?"
"What about her?"
"I wouldn't go there Ron." Ron looks at Melody and moves closer, overshadowing her his face moving to within a foot of her's.
"What's your stor-" Ron's words are suddenly cut off by the pressure of Melody's knife pressed against his groin.
"Now that I have your undivided attention. You are currently occupying my personal space and I would like you to vacate it can you accomplish this task Ron?" Ron nods his eyes wide with fear.
"Can you take the knife out of my balls now?" Melody smiles.
"With pleasure, and brush your teeth. You'll never attract a lady with that breath." Ron stumbles back as he wipes his mouth with his sleeve.
"Well if she's anything like you I'm not sure I want her around." Melody slides the knife back into the lip of her calf high boot.
"That's ok, if she were anything like me she'd want nothing to do with you."
"I just came to remind Trevor that the monthly train is coming through." Melody and Michael both exchange looks as they speak in unison.
"What train?"